Saturday's Poem: My Hand in God's

My Hand in God's

Each morning when I wake I say,

"I place my hand in God's today";
I know He'll walk close by my side
My every wandering step to guide.


He leads me with the tenderest care
When paths are dark and I despair--
No need for me to understand
If I but hold fast to His hand.


My hand in His! No surer way
To walk in safety through each day.
By His great bounty I am fed:
Warmed by His love, and comforted.


When at day's end I seek my rest
And realize how much I'm blessed,
My thanks pour out to Him; and then
I place my hand in God's again.
~Florence Scripps Kellogg

Saturday's Poem: Spring

This poem is actually a hymn that has been a favorite of our family for several years.  The lyrics wonderfully capture the essence of spring and the refreshing feeling it brings.

Spring Has Now Unwrapped the Flowers

Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, day is fast reviving,
Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:
Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,
Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time.

Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,
Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;
All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,
Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing.

Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;
Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:
So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,
In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival.

Praise the Maker, all ye saints; He with glory girt you,
He Who skies and meadows paints fashioned all your virtue;
Praise Him, seers, heroes, kings, heralds of perfection;
Brothers, praise Him, for He brings all to resurrection!
 ~From Oxford Book of Carols

Saturday's Poem: The Song of the Sparrow

Recently, I've been reading through a good book of compiled Christian poems. These poems and quotes have been such a blessing to me. Many of them are by an unknown author or written anonymously but they never fail to strike a chord in my heart and leave me feeling refreshed. So every Saturday I'll share a favorite poem that encouraged me that past week. If a poem shared here blessed you or touched your heart, please leave a comment and let me know!

This week's poem has been a long-standing family favorite. Mother shared it with us when we were quite little and every time I see a sparrow, I think of this lovely poem.

The Song of the Sparrow

I'm only a little sparrow,

A bird of low degree;

My life is of little value,

But the dear Lord cares for me.

He gives me a coat of feathers--

It is very plain I know,

Without a speck of crimson,

For it was not made for show.

But it keeps me warm in winter,

And it shields me from the rain;

Were it bordered with gold or purple,

Perhaps it would make me vain.

And when spring time cometh,

I will build me a little nest,

With many a chirp of pleasure,

In the spot I love the best.

I have no barn or storehouse,

I neither sow nor reap;

God gives me a sparrow's portion,

With never a seed to keep.

If my meat is sometimes scanty,

Close pecking makes it sweet;

I have always enough to feed me,

And life is more than meat.

I know there are many sparrows--

All over the world they are found--

But our heavenly Father knoweth 

When one of us falls to the ground.

Tho' small, we are never forgotten;

Tho' weak, we are never afraid;

For we know the dear Lord keepeth

The life of the creatures He made.

I fly through city and country,

I alight on many a spray;

I have no chart or compass

But I never lose my way.

I just fold my wings at nightfall

Wherever I happen to be;

For the Father is  always watching

And no harm can come to me.

I am only  a little sparrow,

A bird of low degree;

But I know that the Father loves me,

Dost Thou know His love for thee?

~Author Unknown

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